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by R J Adams     November 20, 2007 at 11:15am



It was rough while it lasted, but I’m now happy to report myself on the road to recovery and raring to catch up on all the latest happenings.

Especial thanks to all of you who sent your best wishes for my recovery. They were truly appreciated. Also, a big thank you to my wife for looking after me so well and for putting up with probably the worst patient any nurse could ever have.

Thanks again.

RJ

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Temporarily Closed……

by R J Adams     November 15, 2007 at 6:47pm



….due to influenza.

If I survive, Sparrow Chat will be back soon……(cough, splutter, sneeze!).

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Lest We Remember

by R J Adams     November 12, 2007 at 8:15pm



“The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month.”

It has a certain ring to it, an air of mystery, almost spiritual; vaguely magical. Our memories of war are like that. They bestow on it a grace war doesn’t possess; an attribute reality swiftly denies.

If, that is, we stop to think about it for too long.

Yesterday was an anniversary. It marked the end of hostilities in World War One, a war that terminated with an armistice at 11am on November 11th, 1918. The armistice was signed at 5.00am on that day, but wouldn’t take effect until 11.00am. In those six brief hours, and despite everyone knowing what time the war would end, 10,900 allied soldiers were killed, wounded, or went missing.

“We remember those who gave their lives in the service of their country.”

Those words are spoken around the western world at commemorations on November 11th each year. How hollow they sound when the truth is known; when, that is, we stop to think about it for too long.

They never “gave” their lives. Ten million men had their lives forcibly taken away (over 20 million died in total) in the, so called, “Great War” of 1914-1918, and over nothing more than a political power struggle.

Those who yesterday displayed the most grief (in Britain they are those with the finest display of lapel poppies), who shuffle to the Cenotaphs and memorial stones with their synthetic wreaths and black mourning suits, are the political ancestors of the slaughterers – the politicians who, as always, got it wrong.

None of them died in the Great War of 1914-18.

They all died in their beds, with their wives or mistresses beside them, in their fancy bedrooms in their grandiose houses, with their female servants and their black market caviar.

None of them died of cold, or hunger, or bad meat, or shot at dawn by their own side because their minds and bodies had taken just that bit too much stress, and anguish, and fear.

“They gave up their lives for their country.”

“Giving” is a choice. These men had no choice. They were rounded up, shipped to France, and slaughtered en masse through the ineptitude of their own crackpot generals and power-crazy politicians.

It is right that we should remember them. It does their memory a disservice when what we remember about them is a lie.

“The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month.”

It has a certain ring to it.

Unfortunately, the bell that tolls harbors a fatal crack.


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It’s Getting Better In Iraq, Isn’t It?

by R J Adams     November 10, 2007 at 8:46pm



“”There are times I get up in the middle of the night and I say, ‘Oh my God, how are we going to solve it? God help me to help those kids!’” ~ Said Ismail Hakki, President of the Iraqi Red Crescent.


From CNN.com/world:

“The head of Iraq’s main humanitarian group said an 18-year-old approached him with a baby suffering from leukemia. The desperate mother said she’d do “anything” for treatment for her child — and then offered herself up for sex.

Said Ismail Hakki breaks down in tears as he recalls that story. Leukemia can be treatable to a degree in much of the world, but not in Iraq. The baby died two months later.

“It shook me like hell,” said Hakki, the president of the Iraqi Red Crescent. “All my life I’ve been a surgeon. I’ve seen blood; I’ve seen death. That never shook me — none whatsoever. But when I see the suffering of those people, that really shook me.”

The plight of Iraq’s children is nearing epidemic proportions, he said, with mothers and fathers abandoning their children “because they’re becoming a liability.” The parents don’t do it out of convenience, they do it out of desperation……”

Read the rest of this heart-rending story, and watch the videos, HERE.


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What Are You Doing To Your Children?

by R J Adams     November 9, 2007 at 9:05pm



I try to be an observer; a recorder. My aim is to detach, and report what I see as I view it, forming opinions and offering conclusions for debate, hoping some will stop occasionally and think, “perhaps he’s got a point.”

Sometimes it fails to work that way. Just occasionally I get angry. So angry I could choke the life out of people so sanctimonious, so morally absurd, that I feel the world would truly be better off without them.

No, I’m not discussing the George Bush’s or Dick Cheney’s of this nation. One expects hypocrisy, and disdain of common humanity, from politicians. Choking to death is probably too good for them anyway.

The subject in question was highlighted this week when the board of the Mascoutah Middle School in southern Illinois, who have banned “public displays of affection” by students, ordered schoolgirl Megan Coulter to serve two detention sessions after saying goodbye for the weekend to two friends, by giving each of them a hug.

According to the school:

““Displays of affection should not occur on the school campus at any time. It is in poor taste, reflects poor judgment, and brings discredit to the school and to the persons involved.”

America, when you sink to this level of depravation, you are not only sick, you are terminally ill.

This is where your sanctimonious Christianity has led you. Physical affection has become a sin; an undesirable. It’s fine to play violent video games, watch fellow humans tortured on shows like “24″, but don’t dare to show the love of friendship or you risk being ostracized.

I think it was Jesus of Nazareth who said, “Suffer little children to come unto me.”

In America today, he would be arrested for pedophilia.

For three years I have driven forty grade school kids to school on a big yellow bus. My kids are not the athletic-tutored, good-Christian-family orientated, swots of middle class America. Those kids don’t ride the school bus. Mommy drives them to school in the fancy, latest model, Toyota Landcruiser with individual DVD screens in the back so her “little darlings” can watch their favorite program on the ride to school.

My kids don’t have parents like that. In fact, many of them don’t have parents at all, or if they have, they’re elsewhere doing anything but taking responsibility for their offspring, who are likely living with grandparents, other ‘relatives’, or a ‘babysitter’.

Half the kids on my bus get little physical affection, some only suffer abuse, a few just have that look of hopeless resignation you’ll occasionally see on the faces of children from the less affluent regions of Africa.

While training to drive a school bus we were told, “Don’t ever touch a child. Not EVER.” Most of my fellow trainees immediately responded with nods of understanding. It was dangerous even to pat a child’s head, or comfort any distress.

I’m sorry, America, but I don’t subscribe to your narrow-minded, immature, and misplaced ideas that affection is perverted. I love my kids; all forty of them. They may be the most unruly, snotty-nosed, often dirty and ill-kempt bunch of Fagan’s outlaws in the country, but they’re kids who need love and affection. If they want to give their bus driver a hug when they board the bus, they’re hugged in return. For some it may be the only hug they’ll get all day.

What are you trying to do to your kids, America?

Somehow I think the Christ that you worship so falsely would turn his back and walk away from your hypocrisy.


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The 51st State Of The Union?

by R J Adams     November 9, 2007 at 11:39am



The US media is either jubilant over the slowdown in violence around Baghdad, or just ignoring the occupation altogether. Really, there’s not a lot to be optimistic about. Last month the Iraqi death toll fell by half, from 2,400 to around 1,200. Would New Yorkers be out celebrating on the streets if they had been losing 2,400 citizens a month and it had suddenly dropped to only 1,200?

The BBC website has been running a series of extracts from Iraqi blogs. It admits most of the English speaking bloggers have now left the country, though managed to find three still writing from inside Iraq, and one, Riverbend, now in Syria.

“Aunt Najma”, a nineteen year old girl from Mosul, ends her post:

“We’re really strangers in our country… oh well, excuse me, I don’t think “our” should be used anymore. I’m not sure whose country it is, but it’s not mine for sure.”

Perhaps, after all, the Americans are winning.


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